Few thoughts of few days…
Crazies.
Few crazy days. Each day has been stretched from his usual 24 comfortable hours to fit in an extra few. Extra hours of time spent in conversations. Hours of hectic activities related to entertainment. Tons of food cooked and consumed. Rivers of beverages drank. 650 miles driven within the last 4 days. Places fleeting by…at a speed the eyes couldn’t cope with and the memory fails to record…exhausted… Stratford…Warwick…Blenheim…London…Avebury…Oxford…all in the last 5 days…We are having guests staying with us. And no, I’m not taking days off either. However, even on a highway of reality, mind still works around the ideas, ponders the why questions and responds to the challenges put forward to him…better write all down before it is too late …
Peaces.
Funny how Time separates us from our dreams. As if filtering only the ones that are useful to our reality from the ones that confuse her. All the same time keeping us in permanent race for illusive something. Not allowing for any breaks from dreaming. Keep on top, march the rhythm, don’t loose the sight of your purpose…keep dreaming…if we stop having a dream of our life…would we find a peace of mind?
A friend once wished me to find a peace of mind …I can send to them a smile tainted with a hue of sad wisdom…it is not their fault they don’t understand…as much as I would like to…I can’t. For the peace of my mind lies with the acceptance of what it is…and to accept it…means – to give up…and to give up means – to return to be...to shrink back…and this is something against the laws of nature…once stretched…mind can never go back…the limits aren’t something easy to impose once the freedom is tasted…once…twice…and as many times as it requires really…for who can be sure just how many times do we need to play back until we learn…
Tongues…
It is not as much as I consider myself limited by non-native tongue. It is more to do with the state I’m in. When I’m not in peace with myself, I’ve noticed that I tend to think and dream in native’s…as a natural safe mode. Like in computers – when it’s in trouble, you can run it with the services limited to the system’s native. The more I’m out of the norm, the lesser are my language skills…I can write in a good English. I can understand English comfortably enough, I can speak English with some degree of uncertainty, but people normally won’t notice it. And sometimes a block happens. Certainly not intentionally. I can dial the number perfectly knowing what I’m gonna say, and then become totally numb and mute…or completely misinterpreted…such is the funny thing with me…the most difficult part is to recover from the embarrassment after speech fiasco…Which language do I dream in…I have to leave this for the puzzle…the hint being that in my dreams no one has problems with my tongue…in the end of a day, aren’t we all perfect in our dreams? It’s all depends of whom we are dreaming with isn’t it?
Shredded Thoughts
…isn’t it ironic, that we have got plenty of words for all, and often unable to find a single one for the one…
…isn’t it funny that we often preach to others that which we unable to perform ourselves?..
…isn’t it interesting that we tend to ignore others the very moment when they need us the most?...
…isn’t it amusing that we rarely ask the questions we are dying to know, but often talk of a weather instead?...
…After processing a lot of thoughts and ideas in my head I found her free of any useful ones and overfilled with whatifs…
Crazies.
Few crazy days. Each day has been stretched from his usual 24 comfortable hours to fit in an extra few. Extra hours of time spent in conversations. Hours of hectic activities related to entertainment. Tons of food cooked and consumed. Rivers of beverages drank. 650 miles driven within the last 4 days. Places fleeting by…at a speed the eyes couldn’t cope with and the memory fails to record…exhausted… Stratford…Warwick…Blenheim…London…Avebury…Oxford…all in the last 5 days…We are having guests staying with us. And no, I’m not taking days off either. However, even on a highway of reality, mind still works around the ideas, ponders the why questions and responds to the challenges put forward to him…better write all down before it is too late …
Peaces.
Funny how Time separates us from our dreams. As if filtering only the ones that are useful to our reality from the ones that confuse her. All the same time keeping us in permanent race for illusive something. Not allowing for any breaks from dreaming. Keep on top, march the rhythm, don’t loose the sight of your purpose…keep dreaming…if we stop having a dream of our life…would we find a peace of mind?
A friend once wished me to find a peace of mind …I can send to them a smile tainted with a hue of sad wisdom…it is not their fault they don’t understand…as much as I would like to…I can’t. For the peace of my mind lies with the acceptance of what it is…and to accept it…means – to give up…and to give up means – to return to be...to shrink back…and this is something against the laws of nature…once stretched…mind can never go back…the limits aren’t something easy to impose once the freedom is tasted…once…twice…and as many times as it requires really…for who can be sure just how many times do we need to play back until we learn…
Tongues…
It is not as much as I consider myself limited by non-native tongue. It is more to do with the state I’m in. When I’m not in peace with myself, I’ve noticed that I tend to think and dream in native’s…as a natural safe mode. Like in computers – when it’s in trouble, you can run it with the services limited to the system’s native. The more I’m out of the norm, the lesser are my language skills…I can write in a good English. I can understand English comfortably enough, I can speak English with some degree of uncertainty, but people normally won’t notice it. And sometimes a block happens. Certainly not intentionally. I can dial the number perfectly knowing what I’m gonna say, and then become totally numb and mute…or completely misinterpreted…such is the funny thing with me…the most difficult part is to recover from the embarrassment after speech fiasco…Which language do I dream in…I have to leave this for the puzzle…the hint being that in my dreams no one has problems with my tongue…in the end of a day, aren’t we all perfect in our dreams? It’s all depends of whom we are dreaming with isn’t it?
Shredded Thoughts
…isn’t it ironic, that we have got plenty of words for all, and often unable to find a single one for the one…
…isn’t it funny that we often preach to others that which we unable to perform ourselves?..
…isn’t it interesting that we tend to ignore others the very moment when they need us the most?...
…isn’t it amusing that we rarely ask the questions we are dying to know, but often talk of a weather instead?...
…After processing a lot of thoughts and ideas in my head I found her free of any useful ones and overfilled with whatifs…